Pebblekit

Spottedheart, Nettlewhisker and Ivyclaw were on the hunting patrol, just setting off. Ivyclaw ventures out of sight.
"Where's Ivyclaw gone?" asks a concerned Spottedheart.
"Just finding food. Come on." replied a relaxed Nettlewhisker.
Spottedheart saw something moving in the bushes so headed over, to discover it was a... badger! She looked back but Nettlewhisker wasn't there. The badger backed Spottedheart to the side of the river but she held it off from there.
"Help!" she screeched hoping to attract someone's attention.
Her back paws kept slipping and she knew it was only a few seconds before...

The thrill scream had just cut off the argument between Pebblepaw and her Clan. Breezeclaw immediately ran into the nursery. "The kits!" she exclaimed. Then she exited the nursery carrying a limp body. Earthkit - Breezeclaw's youngest kit. "You!" she yelled at Pebblepaw after she set her dead son down. "You let her go! She destroyed the future of the Clan!" Breezeclaw then huddled around her frightened looking other kits, Petalkit and Spiderkit.
The Clan stared at Earthkit. He had been so happy - so playful, and had showed high potential. But it looked like that was all at waste now.
"How do...

Pebblepaw silently slipped into Daisy's temporary den. "He-hello." said Pebblepaw nervously. What would Crowstar say if she knew what she was doing? What would Sorrelheart say?
"What do you want?" snapped Daisy. "Did one of those warriors tell you to come here?" he hissed the word "warriors" with pure disgust.
"No...they'd kill me if they knew I was doing this." admitted Pebblepaw. "But I'm setting you free."
"WHAT?" Daisy yelled, suddenly remembering to whisper. "Is this a trap? I'm being guarded."
"No." Pebblepaw looked away, looking guilty. "Not any more. I know the cats. I know how to get...

Tigerstripe entered camp closely followed by Bluemist and Snowpaw at the head of the dawn patrol. Poppyrose was sitting with Sorrelheart and Lilydawn and went to join Tigerstripe when she saw him coming.
"Tigerstripe!" she bounded up to him. "How was the dawn patrol?"
"Good, I guess." Tigerstripe said. "How was everything back at camp?"
"Boring." replied Poppyrose pressing her flank to his. "There's never anything exciting going on here."
Tigerstripe gave her a comporting lick on the cheek. "How about we go hunting later? Just the two of us?"
Poppyrose sighed. "I guess so." she said as she returned...

Grassstar led Brightflower and newly named warriors Angelwing and Blossomfall on a border patrol. She had left Darkstripe in charge of camp. Brightflower paused to scent the air.
"Badger." she reported. "But its not fresh." she added.
"Thank you Brightflower." Grassstar replied without looking back.
Blossomfall suddenly stopped. "G-g-guys?" she said, her voice quivering. "I think Brightflower's misjudged how fresh the badger was!" Blossomfall jerked her head to a badger just coming out of its set.
"What's it doing out at this time of day?" queried Angelwing. She had always been a smart and quick...

A patrol of four Grassclan cats padded along the boundary with Spiritclan. Darkstripe was at the head of the patrol and suddenly stopped to smell the air. "What's that scent, Darkstripe? I don't recognize it." spoke Flowerpaw.
"I don't recognize it." growled Darkstripe as he followed the trail. Flowerpaw, Brackenfoot and Krestelheart followed.
Then Darkstripe spoke. "Stop. Krestelheart and I shall go further. Brackenfoot, you and Flowerpaw wait here." then him and Krestelheart moved on.
The two cats stopped dead in their trail when they saw another Grassclan body lying dead right in front of them,...

"Why do I have to go to the Moonstone?" asked Rosepaw. She was obviously tired.
"You have to. Grassstar's on her last life so you might be medicine cat when she dies. Then, you must travel there with the new leader, and you have to lead. You have to know the way, Rosepaw." replied Waterlily. They'd just left the camp and were heading to the Moonstone.
Rosepaw sighed. She just wanted to sleep.

It was later in the day when they reached the Moonstone. Waterlily went under to the Moonstone, whilst Rosepaw kept watch from a boulder.

She might have dozed off because before she knew it she was back in...

Grassstar is the founder of Grassclan and the first leader. She was “a tortoiseshell she-cat with a white belly and white paws and green eyes.” She was the daughter of Hillclan members Grasspatch who was killed in battle before she was born, and Fernleaf who died when she was an apprentice. She was born with one sister, named Daisykit. Grasskit was named in honour of her father. When she became an apprentice, she achieved her mother’s best friend Dewfeather for a mentor. Grasspaw, although not very good at hunting, proved an unbelievable fighter and became a warrior named Grassfoot whilst...

I took out a hunting patrol. There was me, Berrypaw, Rainthistle and Mousepaw. Mousepaw just came out of the bushes with a shrew in her jaws. I watched as she buried it and Rainthistle congratulated her apprentice. I looked around for Berrypaw, who came bounding out of the bush with a plump rabbit clutched in her mouth. I watched as she buried it.
"Well done!" I told my apprentice. "Come on." I said, alerting the others. "We have to catch more before we even think about heading back."
The three cats followed me through the forest to find more prey.

It had been a long time since their first catch...

Darkstripe and Krestelheart just stared at the she-cat. The intruder rose. "Who goes there?" it said, not directing her words to anything in particular.
Krestelheart gulped and the two Grassclan cats stepped out from the long grass into the clearing in the shade of a tree where the cat was waiting.
"Ah..." the she-cat hissed. "Clan cats." she spat. "I could tell you'd be out looking for me soon."
"Who are you?" hissed Darkstripe, flattening his ears.
"Your worst nightmare." replied the ginger cat. "I am Daisy." then she narrowed her eyes. "I used to belong to a Clan. My mother used to be a kittypet,...

Four figures loomed through the forest. In the lead was a golden spotted cat, obviously a she-cat. Behind her was a sleek black and grey tom side-by-side with a ginger tabby. Behind was a small kit - pale red. Two more figures stepped out from the bushes: a black she-cat and an orange tom, obviously an apprentice.
"Find anything?" asked the spotted she-cat.
"Only a faint scent of badger, Rainthistle. What about you?" the black cat replied.
"We have some news that may startle you." replied Rainthistle.
Both cats pricked their ears up.
"What is it?" asked the apprentice.
"Quiet, Timberpaw. Let her...